Walking down the street, she doesn’t realise that she has a hint of mustard on her cheek. Or that pieces of her hair are attempting to kiss the sky this morning.
Love is large and looming and these are matters of little importance.
Love is large and looming and these are matters of little importance.
Back in her single room flat, when love breathes in her neck and slides in her mouth, her eyes dart to the crack on the wall.
And she is reminded that the (now) insignificant will seep, ooze and dribble hot on her cheek instead, unless she pays attention to it.
And she is reminded that the (now) insignificant will seep, ooze and dribble hot on her cheek instead, unless she pays attention to it.
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